Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Mr. good reporter, this kind of thing is very common in the Eastern District..." Liv, a female starch washer who looked close to fifty years old, rubbed her hands in the dark corridor, her slightly hoarse voice pierced through the darkness, high-pitched and powerful.

After some exchanges, the lady promised Klein that she could take a look at the place where they work because of the interview fee.

Klein, who has a certain night vision ability, points the cane wrapped in numbness in front of him, pretending that he can't see the road clearly and stumbles. Compared with the also cautious old Kohler behind him, he is much more embarrassed.

"Are there many thieves like this in the East District?"

"I saw that one was a child just now..." Klein avoided the wet and sticky mud-like filth under his feet and asked a very stupid question.

Old Kohler, who was not so particular about it, hurriedly explained:

"They are all orphans controlled by gangsters. Many children have been doing these things since childhood. Even if they have their own parents, their parents will let their children come out to steal things, because those people may have been controlled by gangsters before. One of the thieves."

"They're all handless **** who can't make money on their own."

Liv, who was walking in front, scolded, then coughed a few times, and then said:

"The one on the left is where we live, and of course where we work. The sun hasn't set yet, you can take a look."

She gently pushed open the wooden door that was not closed tightly, glanced at the two behind her, and walked in first.

The red-painted wooden door squeaked and swayed backwards, and the peeling red paint formed irregular patterns. The wood inside was soaked in the long-term humid environment, and the surface was dripping with water droplets, making it very wet to the touch.

Klein shook his head imperceptibly, and followed Liv's stooping figure in the dark environment, his vision was blocked by one after another of clothes that were not yet dry, and the silhouettes of two thin girls were in this unlit area. The gray is compressed into a thin silhouette.

Liv's ranting and complaining reverberated in the small room. Klein suddenly felt that the footsteps he had already stepped on were extremely heavy. He moved forward with difficulty, trying not to make any noise, not wanting to disturb the two who were working hard. girl.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, the older girl was squatting in front of a large basin, her red hands in a muddy-gray foam, scrubbing clothes of different colors, but mostly uniforms of workers, while the other girl was even smaller. The little girl held a hot soldering iron with one hand with difficulty, and slowly handled the clothes that had been dried.

Klein noticed that although the younger girl was as thin as her sister, her expression was more haggard. She only worked with one hand because her left hand was wrapped in thick cotton yarn, which was stained with iodine. It was brown, but the cotton yarn used to wrap the wound was obviously soaked by the moisture in the air and looked rather bloated.

"This is......"

Klein's doubts hadn't come out yet. Old Kohler, who was standing behind him, gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear:

"This is Liv's youngest daughter. She was kidnapped by gangsters some time ago. After the robber 'Dark Emperor' killed Cappin, she ran back alone."

Old Kohler glanced at Liv, who was helping her daughters to neatly fold her clothes in the distance. Her wrinkled face was pressed together, and she breathed a sigh of relief before continuing:

"But the child was burned by the fire when he ran. It seems that Liv should have taken her to see a doctor..."

When Old Kohler said something later, Klein didn't pay attention. He just looked at the gauze wrapped around the girl's left hand, a little lost.

On the day of the assassination of Cappin, in order to play exaggeratedly, he finally used the ability to manipulate the flame to think that he expanded the fire. Although he deliberately guided the flame wall to an area away from the ladies who were imprisoned in the ground, it now seems that there is no follow-up. The extraordinary powers that people continue to maintain seems to have caused some harm to the already innocent victims.

Rolling his eyes blankly for a week, Klein carefully swept through the room, which was mixed with various odors. For a moment, he felt that the stench in it was nothing.

"How much do you usually earn?"

Seeing that Liv had already folded her clothes and took the iron from her younger daughter to iron the clothes, Klein asked abruptly.

The female worker glanced cautiously and asked:

"Why don't you ask this for a good look at where we work?"

Saying that, she moved the soldering iron closer to herself a little nervously, raising her elbows a little higher.

Klein watched the other party's small movements and shook his head.

"This environment is not conducive to the recovery of burns, and her injured gauze is about to be squeezed out of water."

He pointed to the cotton yarn that was not very clean on the little girl's hand, then looked at the ignorance in the girl's eyes, and said calmly and slowly.

"Although I'm not a doctor, I still have some basic medical knowledge. If you continue like this, your daughter's wound will only purify and rot, which is not conducive to her recovery."

"My suggestion is that you can take her to a regular hospital, or the church's rescue organization, to replace the gauze and wound medicine, and try to stay in this humid environment as little as possible during the recovery period."

Liv, whose actual age was much younger than her appearance, listened to all this in a daze, and the aggressiveness who had just taught the thief downstairs was long gone.

"But the church won't take her in. She's not an orphan, and we can't pay for the hospital stay."

The mother said softly.

I can't afford to live in a hospital... Klein felt a little dazed for a while, and the belly draft he had thought of melted into his stomach.

He turned his head to look at the old Kohler behind him, and saw that the middle-aged worker seemed to be emotional, the corners of his wrinkled eyes were slightly moist, and he didn't notice Klein's gaze for a while.

"Cough, let's start the interview." After a brief silence, Klein forced a smile to break the deadlock. On the wooden board covered with clothes to be ironed nearby, two girls with a similar age started to work again. .

............

The Land Forsaken by God, the top of the round tower.

In the room that belonged to the chief, Colin Iliad focused on watching the feedback in the crystal ball. In the shadow of the corner of the room, Lovia stood silently with a dark and blurred face, and her long silver hair was like a life-like end. Hooked up and slowly snuggled up beside the "shepherd".

"Can you tell which sequence the breath you felt last time belongs to?"

In the picture in the crystal ball, the teenager is curled up on a narrow wooden bed, his feet are leaking out, and the faint candlelight is pulled very close, illuminating his young face.

Hearing the chief's question, Lovia took a breath in a trance, her deep light gray eyes revealing a vague confusion.

"I only feel that the Lord rejoices in the breath of that existence, and there is no hostility."

"Did you feel the presence of that person in front of that temple?" Colin frowned tightly, his eyes never leaving the picture presented by the crystal ball.

Lovia seemed to have not woken up yet, and nodded slowly.

"When Loholid was about to kill us."

Colin nodded slightly and seemed to agree with the answer.

At the time of the battle, he was almost ready to fight to the death, but Loholid suddenly stopped the rhythm of the attack, as if he was being hindered by something, and was stunned for a second or two at the critical moment when the enemy's life was about to end. time.

And judging from the fact that the opponent did not dare to pursue, and the surprise was greater than the fear, it may not be other powerful monsters that prevented his existence, but an unknown hidden existence at the end.

This was Colin's own judgment at the time, and now that he was confirmed by Lovia again, he was more sure of the correctness of his judgment.

If it is said that the "Lord" who pulled Lovia out of Loholid's control is really as described in the frescoes in the temple, after being betrayed, he was the Lord of sin and madness, then Loholid's The object of fear and fear may be the one in the classics...

The picture in the crystal ball was still normal. Colin cut off the truth that had begun to vaguely hope in his mind, forcibly calmed down his mood, and rationality took over the absolute again.

As the chief of the City of Silver, when would he be reluctant to return to the embrace of the Lord again, hoping that the gods could lead them, those abandoned people in the darkness, out of the sea of ​​misery.

But it is precisely because he is the chief that he is the least able to pin his hopes on a direction that has not been fully proved safe.

Regardless of the description in the frescoes, the city-state they saw was already a ruin buried in time. If it wasn't for the "Lord"'s secret guidance to Lovia, this abandoned city-state might Buried in the darkness, until the last city-state is destroyed, no lights of civilization can illuminate its past.

"I will continue to observe him for a day. If there is no abnormality, Derrick will be released from isolation with the other explorers this time." Colin temporarily looked away from the crystal ball.

"The direct subordinates of the six-member council will closely monitor him."

As he spoke, his eyes penetrated the shadows, looking at Lovia's bright eyebrows, her light blue eyes full of determination.

"Also, I hope you can also participate in the monitoring. If he has an abnormality, you can feel the fluctuation of the presence of the breath as soon as possible, and have enough strength to suppress it."

Subconsciously touching her lower abdomen with her hands, Lovia let out a long sigh of relief and said in a flat tone:

"I don't think it's necessary to guard against Derrick like this."

She turned her head slightly, her deep gray eyes were blurred, and she said like a dream:

"I prefer that the existence behind him is the one we expect. It is recorded in the Holy Scriptures of the 'Lord' that even after the 'Lord' suffered, he never forsakes him, and is the 'Lord' from beginning to end. Solid ally."

"I hope so, too." Colin's flat answer didn't give a shrug.

The chief, who had been fighting for more than 80 years in his life, straightened his back and walked into Lovia, who was half-hidden in the shadows. The bright dawn shrouded the surroundings, blocking outside prying eyes.

"My brother is dead."

Colin's expression was extremely flat, but a throbbing inevitably appeared on Lovia's face.

"He died on the first night that Derrick entered the ground." Colin continued to tell the facts of what had happened in the most peaceful tone, with light blue eyes without waves.

He continued, almost coercively:

"Although we all hope that Derrick is the existence behind him, he has not shown a trace for more than 2,000 years. What we really need to watch out for is the outsider who disappeared for no reason."

Referring to the outsider who had been forgotten by most people in the City of Silver, Lovia's heel swayed imperceptibly.

The chief, who was nearly 2.5 meters tall, looked down at her condescendingly. Lovia's hands around her lower abdomen tightened unconsciously and her eyes were tightly closed.

After a few breaths, she nodded slightly.

"I will be responsible for monitoring Derrick."

The light gray eyes that were reopened were stained with coldness, Lovia stared at the blurry picture in the crystal ball, and the hand on the lower abdomen fell.

"But I need to know everything about that outsider."

She is only in her thirties, and that was forty-two years ago. Although she has become an elder, she seldom knows about the past, and more is just another general impression of these stories without whereabouts. stop paying attention.

"Let's start with his name..." Colin said in a heavy tone, recalling the past.

"His name is, Amon."

......

In the dark and lightless dungeon, Derrick, who was curled up on the low plank bed, frowned, not at all like the calm appearance that Colin and Lovia saw in the crystal ball.

Apart from the false picture of being "deceived", UU Reading www.uukanshu.com used the "Apprentice" and "Divinator" pathway abilities that he had stolen to hide himself with a smile, quietly observing the rare ants on the steel wall. , with his fingers pushing this motionless, oddly-behaved bug, bored like a normal human child.

"It seems that 'The Hanged Man' really keeps in touch with 'Mystery'. It is very likely that He actually always knew that 'Mystery' did not fall into madness at all."

The corner of Amon's mouth remained smiling, but the black eyes behind the monocle were solidified and deep.

After a long absence, He once again felt the discomfort of being excluded.

The last time, in order to get rid of the influence of "God"'s awakening, his father secretly summoned "Rose of Redemption", hiding it from himself until he quietly fell, and then he knew of the **** conspiracy behind the silent expansion.

"Oh, it's a pity that the main body is too far away from me now. Although the Land Abandoned by God still retains a clone of the second level of the sequence, I have almost no strength to resist in front of the Hanged Man."

Amon muttered to himself to the ants on the wall, and the little worm pushed by his fingers also swayed with the emotions in the words, and Derrick on the wooden bed frowned more and more.

Correcting the monocle at the right eye socket, Amon, who was slightly bored, was a little surprised by his emotional change.

With the help of the "fraud" figure, he was sucked back into Derrick's body, and Amon, who floated in the spirit body with the crimson mark, stopped outside the star spirit body. Light.

The next time this little guy prays to the "God of Mystery" or the "Fool" he knows, his existence will be exposed... Amon felt the excitement before the adventure of his life after a long time.

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